Reading Ulysses in Montana #497
He had to look away–for a moment, for an eternity–for in that moment, everything went to pieces forevermore.
Ravenous for details of earthly spite, sprites of forgotten, woebegone empires peeped into the laundry of Samuel Pepys, warming the cockles of their heart of dark arts whether the bread was dry or smothered in syrup. The pinnacle of their joint success was in winning the pinochle tournament seven years to the day after the founding of the consort’s bazaar–where nothing was more bizarre than the martial logic of the cardinal’s virtues. Flames lament the fallacies of felicity, but grace was bestowed on all in equal measure whether they liked it or not.
She picked up the pieces and assembled a colorful mosaic along the path to her eternal garden of stones.
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“She picked up the pieces and assembled a colorful mosaic along the path to her eternal garden of stones.”
Your mind is an interesting place to loiter.
I enjoyed this thought- aren’t we all just doing the same things as we journey forward. The pieces have value, should not to be discarded. There is a use for all our pieces.
I love this line too. It’s a striking one for reasons that are hard to describe. Now I am thinking about all the old quirky plates in my potting shed that I have kept for years, intended to one day make a mosaic in my garden.
A richly textured and imaginatively layered piece. 😊
The language feels almost dreamlike—dense, symbolic, and full of unexpected turns that keep the mind engaged. I especially loved the contrast between the chaos of “everything going to pieces” and the quiet, almost redemptive image of her assembling a mosaic at the end.
I promise, this isn’t the end…but the break is devastating. I hold your heart and keep it warm.
Was a human involved in any of this writing?
Indeed. All the text is mine. The images are AI generated.
Well in that case, I bow at your feet your verbal acuity! Xx
“She picked up the pieces and assembled a colorful mosaic along the path to her eternal garden of stones.”
Well, this is somehow profoundly relatable as I loiter here reading WordPress, as my procrastination to avoid tackling my thesis today.